Luyện nghe bài hát Live From the D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show

*after 2 of talking*

Yo so get the mic burned, open it up

[Black
Yes I, it out
It's like, you to the musician
Umbilicle mic, my strikes ya vision
I take you a tunnel of thought, wit no support
Now you got caught off guard, by the number one for the Illa-Fifth
for feelin this, Black Thought yo the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be valid
Disasterous, the just bust this, for the listener
Thought yo, while I exhibit the
Styles, from the artist, boast of lyrical darkness, enter the style
Severin just like apartments, ill flavor
I'm a by nature
wit my number one neighbor, Common
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin,
Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al Mr. Trotter
Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the of this ready to rhyme
So I'm gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out

I persue sound fairs, like Dru Down's hair
niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs
On Knotts I Landed, players get played like
nice, taken for granted like life
I write twice and singles in record pools
Niggas I'm dunkin like cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
big words and not sayin shit
The click that you in wit, the accent you flavor whipped
I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the of the week
Niggas is weak an' and I start to
Niggas to leakin, my nigga Derek D an'
I'm the future, funky for human beings
Like I was the Biz Mark, I the noise iller
Com Sense'll be the rhyme killer, I a
Little bit of to a MC who need a new producer
Got my nigga Y-Not in the spot and I like crack
I'm ready to attack, Thoughts is
Niggas understand the and relevance to this rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all the line like I was Bobbito or Armstrong
song'll keep goin, I start the holdin
My is turnin to earth
The is comin through, listenin to cut old school *laughin*
?Tremblin it came down the shoot?

[Pharoahe
(Pharoahe) Yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
Always em, forever blendin them, bendin em again and again
em back, lettin em know that minimum wages
Subliminally befriending em for criminal
Mics I chop like Florida State Seminoles wit facts
And milly ac-tually I piss on your wax
It'll be tight but only this, what nigga swears he's the
Just he got rhyme of the month twice
Four mic devices, the gem blade the shit slices
Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices,
uh, Absolute uh, Absolute uh (kill it)

Yes, rippin the
My words will enlight your
When I'm quick to strike your home like Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will yours
Still waitin for the to come in, I'm dangerous like Satan
Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your
the beef for black attack
When I, yes quick to the wack
I go from track to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutin
Flowin water from a fountain when I deliver
Like from a river makin you shiver
for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature
Yes, but I'm to get deeper
You'll catch a ill from listenin too close to the speaker
When I reach ya, it's more clearer, outta the era

[Black
It's like this, we keep you open like a
Took a shot of hip hop, it's
For my man from the of Representatives
And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, that's what bout ta
Do I show you a and throw you?
For all competitors, Black comin through the seckle 'cause
I'm the style and you inferior
Let me my voice so you can hear me ta--
rule the, microphone
Pure skills, nuttin but it, all of a
MC's just start to studdered the rap style
Hey yo let me rewind check it out, it out
it's the, deranged style that change formats and forms
I swarm like killa for feelin these fantasies
MC's a tantrum, I sing the Fifth Anthem
it's like this, my song thump your preference
You can never attempt to reach where my level is
Thought severin competitives, off the dome top
Yo my microphone stop, my man Com drop

And don't halt, I guess it was my
I came through thick like a malt, niggas tried to salt
But never knew the flavor, my is accented from Chicago
follow, hold the water bottle
My shit'll flowin
Now I'm showin this poetry in motion a picure
Read the scripture, understood the New Testament
Start to it
The shit is this, where the beat went
I give MC's the treatment
They tried to come against me, I em they wasn't fresh
Rappers I Crush, and Destroy like Stress
Extinction Agenda, Com just send a-nother
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't room to shit on the mic
That I had, it's like the nigga Com Sense, I need a pad
Off the dome, my roam/Rome like a Greek
I to speak, and niggas sound extra weak/week
Like days, I take ya seven whole days like Tony
Never a phony, Express styles like a Pony
ya horses, Com Sense read The Sources
Toss this type of shit that go straight through, I this
One time, it came back the rap
follow me like one time
Check it out my man Absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on
It's like upon the mic yo I sit upon

Monch]
Yo yo, check it out now, one now, Pharoahe Monch yo
It's not breaks at the bar, if you a star
Wit me and my crew baby you won't go far
I seek the love of Allah, the I lay
Peepin the upper echelon of light
Funk rap pro, attributed to facts so
Cleverly put, revolutions than a axel
The sad slow nigga smoother than Coltrane
Who can cop beats that I chop cocaine
The effortless action wit moves like
Lip, stick and wit mo' satisfaction
And all the while my beats can up
More than X-File shows all added up
The educated nigga from Queens, by any
Servin any fiends, similar to Team
But like steam I will rise to the top to the cream
For who fiend for hip hop
I pop and bla-block shot and chop spots
top notch cops to bust from a crotch
Positioning, Absolute, what c'mon c'mon kick the dome

The word was precision so I get a vision
And makin sentences on top of your
Underground,
the Mediterranean, water to slaughter MC's
Who catch across the border
across, the window, not a nympho
Lookin at my man, the Jedi when the lead fly
My man just took a picture, so I snapped it
Lookin at the man who got the joint in his shit, the back shit
I pack shit but it's never an automatic
I'm causin static just the opposite of Bounce
I get, throwing mad
Look at my man Bobbito and
I gotta the beat
I'm never come off 'cause weak is the opposite of strong
I to smoke the bong but now I got the Heineken
It's my turn to rhyme
need to be greedy, I give my old gear to the needy
Used to graffiti 'cause I got the burner
You might not get that but you I pass it back to my man wit the wrap
Yo

*talking and shoutouts to